men always want to make me feel stupid. no. i am stupid on my own terms
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““She wanted something else, something different, something more. Passion and romance, perhaps, or maybe quiet conversations in candlelit rooms, or perhaps something as simple as not being second.””— Nicholas Sparks, The Notebook (via ohlovequotes)
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Sometimes the eyes say more than the mouth.
Unknown (via syntacked)
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I was only a chapter in your story but you were half the book in mine.
Day 254 (via myonlywayoutofhere)
Don’t leave me alone at night with my thoughts.
New Beginnings
Im so scared.
What happens now? Now that we’re just two past lovers talking again; catching up. What should I ask? What shouldn’t I? Oh how I’ve missed you so. Dearly beloved, what I’d give to hear your voice again. Years later and I’m starting to feel the butterflies; you know the kind you usually only hear about in romance novels that you can only dream of? Childhood memories brought back, the good and the bad. But will this be just another chapter of seeing the same passerby twice or will this continue and give us a chance at our novel’s happy ending. We’ve barely even spoken yet but im so nervous and excited for what may come out of this. You were my first love, and you’ve never truly left my heart.
Please stay.
I love you in waves and lately,
everyday has been a hurricane.
Amanda Helm (via amandaspoetry)
In a past life, we were birds. We were always flying south to be warmer. I don’t remember how we got separated, but I remember looking back and you were no longer there. It became cold without you, no matter where we flew.
Amanda Helm, Becoming Human (via furi-elysian)
You loved me through the looking glass,
Which wasn’t quite love at all, was it?You called this love, but the calling only made it hurt.
Fingers in open wound; I loved you, I loved you, I loved you.
But you were the wound. You were the fingers. You tried to convince me the pain was the falling.
But the falling was this: you were supposed to be my landing, but all you did was push and disappear.
The thing I’m most afraid of is me. Of not knowing what I’m going to do. Of not knowing what I’m doing right now.
Haruki Murakami (via quotemadness)
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“Look I know that you’re sad a lot and you can be a total bitch and I know that we haven’t talked way too long but damn I like you in a way that I really hate because damn you’re a horrible person who does things you shouldn’t but you make me feel things I don’t like feeling”
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it will not be at 3 am in someone else’s arms and it will not be when you throw the box of pictures and letters and memories across the room because they’re gone now. They are gone now and you can’t do a thing about it.
this is how you will fall out of love, it will be slow and it will be painful, like slowly tearing a band-aid off, except worse. It will be gradual, like the first time you realized you were falling into love. You may be walking down the hallway of your home when you forget what their nose looks like. There will be flashbacks and times where you imagine them to be right next to you at anytime. You will smell the cigarette smoke and look around, because that used to be them. A stranger will smile at you and you will wish they weren’t around to see you cry.
this is how you will fall out of love, when you realize you used past tense to talk about them. This time you did not have to correct yourself and you did not cry. There will be stormy nights and you will want to text them, “I miss you” but you don’t. You don’t because it’s time. It’s time and you both know it and even though it hurts, you make the decision to turn out the lights and fall asleep alone.
this is how you will fall out of love, you will see someone and think they are cute and you will not feel shame because you saw someone that was not them. You will find yourself staring at your reflection in the mirror, with water dripping off of your freckled skin, right after your shower. You will connect your freckles and pinch your love handles and you will close your eyes and you will remember all the times they held you, but you will not miss them. You will allow yourself this one night of no regrets, this one night of not missing them, this one night of being alone and knowing you’re worthy, because there have been so many nights harder than this one.this is how you will fall out of love, you will finally forgive them for keeping that from you. It will be less about forgiving and more about forgetting. You will stop blaming yourself, you will stop imagining a future where you meet ten years down the road in a coffee shop or a punk show where your favorite band is playing, and you start over. There is no starting over. You know this is the end. You know it won’t happen again.
this is how you will fall out of love, there will be many sleepless nights. there will be many sleepless nights. there will be many sleepless nights. there will be many sleepless nights, but one day you will drift off to sleep and you won’t dream of them. It will be hard and it may take seven months or a year or three years but you will fall out of love with them and it will hurt and you will hold them in your knees like grass stains that don’t wash out and you may forget their face and you may forget their name but they are a part of you now. You will fall out of love with them and they will fall out of love with you and you will forever see love differently. You will forever see God differently. You will talk to the Divine like they are human, like they are broken, like they have loved and lost it all, too.
this is how you will fall out of love, you will remember that you could never promise forever and you will realize that this was good for as long as it lasted. Your love was fresh and pure until it ran out. You will understand that it did not need to last forever, it did not need to become stale.